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The Monthly Monster for October 2017
written by Johnstone Metzger
and illustrated by Nathan Jones
for
Dungeon World
and
Labyrinth Lord
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The Tale
Once upon a time, the young wizard Ladrozz was invited to court, so that
he might serve his king. Devoutly loyal, even as an apprentice, he arrived
at the palace bursting with pride. Though few considered him of much
importance there, he never failed to fulfill his duties. There were times,
however, when he questioned his place in the king’s house, even wondering
if he might be of more use elsewhere.
But then tragedy fell, like a snapping wolf, upon the kingdom. The
royal princess was beset by some demon of the lower depths. Damned and
possessed, she was proclaimed lost by the other wizards of the court. They
could do nothing. It was Ladrozz alone who devised a solution. His arcane
battle with the demon was long and hard, but in the end he triumphed—
and paid a most terrible cost. When the demon was banished, he took the
greater part of Ladrozz with him. The young wizard was left stunted and
doll-like, crippled and misshapen.
The king, so grateful to have his only daughter returned to him, made
Ladrozz his chief arcanist, always by his side to offer council. The princess
married the prince of a neighbouring kingdom soon after, and left to live
with her new husband.
Over the subsequent years, Ladrozz had plenty of time to think about
what he had done, and what it had cost him. He had time to reconsider.
He had paid a price so dear, he thought, and what had he gained by it?
The princess returned every summer to visit her father, and every year she
grew more beautiful in the eyes of Ladrozz. Perched upon the arm of her
prince, she lived a world away from the price he had paid, and continued
to pay every day, for her happiness—and the happiness of her husband.
She should have been his! It was his sacrifice that saved her, it was he who
fought the demon. Why was she given to this stranger instead, like some
prize unearned?
And so the spite and jealousy grew inside of him. It grew until it
bloomed into the urge of treason, and he turned against his king. He was
wrong to do so, of course, for he was not the only wizard at court, and not
even the greatest. He was found out, and banished to a prison made of
darkness, where he dwells to this day, plotting and scheming his release.
He comes like a spectre out of the shadows and the night, still haunting the
world long after the world he knew has died.
4 The Prisoner in Darkness
The Catch
A perfect fairy tale of a story, is it not? A fable of loyalty and regret, where
jealousy turns to treasonous spite and is justly punished. But impossible, all
the same. For the king Ladrozz served was an Ardoussarlian king, and there
is no innocence not born dead in that cursed line.
When have these kings of the north ever asked for anything? They took
what they wanted, when they wanted it, always. They commanded terror
and fear far better than they did loyalty, and love least of all. To think that
a servant might sacrifice anything for them out of selfless reverence is to
believe in nonsense and lies.
The Ardoussarlian records that were lost when their great city fell to
the creeping death have never been recovered, so any clues to the real story
of the life Ladrozz led before his imprisonment upon a plane of elemental
shadows must now come from him—and he will speak any lie he has to in
order to escape.
Istiol II Harsinos
After fighting constant, bloody wars to expand the kingdom of Ardoussarlis
for over a decade, Istiol ascended the throne, courtesy of his wife being
Torvin VIII’s only surviving child, beginning the Harsinos Dynasty. Was he
the prince who profited so much from Ladrozz’s sacrifice? There is a single
surviving source that claims Istiol was called the “Crippler of Men,” and
that he devoured the flesh of their bodies without carving it off them first.
Ladrozz is not eager to speak of this king, though whether it is because
of the bride he felt was his or because his physical state was no sacrifice,
but a deliberate act done by this “Crippler,” is hard to determine. Perhaps
Ladrozz will take this secret to the grave—if he ever gets there.
Torvin IX Harsinos
And yet, Ladrozz also knows who the ninth Torvin was. Was he able to
observe the world from his prison of shadows, to see this dynasty he loathed
so much prosper and flourish? He seems to have no knowledge of this
dynasty’s demise at the hands of King Geddorah and the Creeping Death,
so he cannot have had a window into his former homeland for very long.
Perhaps this legend is some tale from an earlier time that was attached to
Ladrozz, either by mistake or malice? Perhaps it was Torvin IX who reigned
when he was cast into shadows, in a time when the faceless regents had not
yet all been erased?
When Ladrozz summons a monster, it takes 1d4 rounds to grow out of his
forehead. Unlike him, it becomes part of the material world, or whatever
plane he is projecting himself onto at the time. He loses 1d4 points of
Constitution temporarily each time he does this, unless he can get someone
to sacrifice their own blood in place of his. These points return at a rate of 1
per year that elapses on Earth.
6 Dungeon World Version
A Mournful Mirror
Over time, Ladrozz has concocted various schemes he hopes will eventually
lead to his escape. In Mournhaven, first years at Nornfell University
inevitably hear the tale of Shadowman. If you say his name five times into a
mirror in the old alchemical building, now mostly shuttered and barely even
used for storage, the Shadowman appears from out of the darkness—a vile
gnome and summoner of monsters.
No one knows exactly which mirror, though, and most are too afraid
to break in so they can find out. There are several rooms that have been
bricked up because of historical murders, however, and that information is
easily found in the school’s records. Of course, the stories all end with those
who call him discovering the price they must pay is too high, but bullied
students can’t help but fantasize: what if it were true?